Bad Voodoo (2026)

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(Amelia humming)

- Will you please

stop that, Amelia?

I'm trying to read.

- Sorry Becca.

I think about them every day,

every night when I go to sleep.

- Did you even win your game?

- Of course I did.

- Did you even watch it?

- Nope.

- Too busy reading Shakespeare?

- "Titus Andronicus."

- "Titus Andronicus"

- Sweet tender, John.

You know, my selfishness

caused him to leave.

Blamed him.

It was, it was never his fault.

The pain that I feel

and the tightness in my chest,

wishing that I could go

back and change things,

you know, change it

so we can all be together

again like we were, a family.

- Dad.

- Dad!

(heavy breathing)

- Okay, Lucinda, save me.

- Yes.

You've made a real

breakthrough here, Abigail.

You've made a lot of progress

releasing the blame on John.

- By land, by fire, by Earth.

And you are one with us.

With love together, we

will conquer all pain

and release all grief.

Abigail, you are loved.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Yes, Abigail.

There's no bigger tragedy

in the entire universe

than to lose a child.

You must atone and take

accountability for your actions.

Abigail, it's the only

way you'll be at peace.

(clapping)

(person chanting in

foreign language)

- Amelia, Amelia.

(person humming)

(humming continues)

- Abby. I'm sorry to

disturb you so late.

- What are you doing here?

- Abby, there's

been a prison break.

Last known sighting has

them in this jurisdiction

heading our way.

If you want, I can

sweep the perimeter.

- Marcus.

- Let me get a detail

here, at least.

- Marcus.

- What?

- There are easier ways for you

to stalk me other

than just parking

outside my house all night.

You gotta stop with

this overly protective

brotherly act you have going on.

It's f*cking creepy.

- Alright, goodnight Abby.

If I get any more

reports, I'll swing--

- Just go. Come on.

- I'll swing by.

- Goodnight.

(door slamming)

- Channel Four News here,

and we report breaking news.

A violent prison break has

left one guard severely

hospitalized and four

dangerous fugitives

on the loose.

The brazen escape has

the county on edge.

Police are advising everyone

to stay inside their homes

and lock their doors.

Now we've just received word

that the four escaped

felons were convicted

of multiple murders.

Police have set up roadblocks

on all major roads,

but there are concerns

that fugitives may hide out

to avoid being captured.

I'm here reporting

live, Michelle Ropa.

Back to you, Bob.

- Only for special

occasions, huh John?

(Abigail screaming)

- Shut the f*ck up, shhh!

Let the others in. Shut up.

Easy, easy.

(Abigail whimpering)

Okay, anyone else in the house?

- Damn y'all, this

is not looking good.

- Shut the f*ck up.

What about wheels?

You got a car?

Listen. Listen.

If you make any

f*cking sudden move,

I will slice both of your

f*cking ankles. You understand?

- Jesus, Doc.

- It gets the point across.

Where's your hubby at?

(Abigail whimpering)

- He left five years ago.

- Check out front. Make

sure that cop left.

- Yeah.

So what's your name?

- He asked you a question.

What's your name?

- Abby.

- You got any kids, Abby?

- Two girls.

- Where are they?

- Not here.

f*ck.

f*ck.

Come on Nonzo, this

is my f*cking time.

- f*cking rich people.

- Mmm, hello there.

(chuckles) Come to Daddy.

- Breathe. Breathe.

- Nice dress, Abby.

I want to trust you Abby.

Trust is the foundation

of a great friendship.

You wanna be my friend, right?

- f*ck you.

- Ah, you got some

spunk in you. (laughing)

Come on Abby. That's not

very f*cking friendly.

When I ask a question,

I expect an answer.

Okay?

- Forget the b*tch.

Look at her. She

ain't gonna try sh*t.

Focus on the next move.

(Abigail whimpering)

- Right.

You're right.

Don't think I forgot it was

you who found this house.

You're going places

with us, bro.

- Yeah, this crew's

gonna be a lot

smaller if we don't

stop the bleeding.

- Four of us.

Make sure you got

the right sizes.

Alright, see you then.

Ride will be here in two hours.

- Two f*cking hours?

We're f*cking sitting

ducks here man.

- Be cool, Doc. He's on his way.

- He better hurry the f*ck up.

- Ah!

- Whoa.

- f*ck Nonzo.

- Go stitch up his a*s.

- Whoa, you try some

sh*t with that scissor

and I'm gonna burn this

f*cking whole house down

with your two daughters in it.

You understand me?

Get over there.

- Next job will be the

mother of all jobs.

Retirement, baby.

- That's right.

That's what Nice

keeps preaching about.

Too good of a score to pass up.

My man was right.

Breaking outta prison was

an easy job. (laughing)

- Armored car carrying 300

million in untraceable bonds.

My guy on the inside, he's

got our bases covered.

Cleaner than a 401k, bud.

- The man with a plan.

Just keep thinking about

those tropical beaches

with umbrella drinks

and hot island chicks.

- f*ck yeah, man.

- Hey, Little Red Riding Hood,

you guys are really

f*cking me up pumps.

What were you

thinking about going?

Going to Kansas

and finding Toto?

- Rich b*tch ain't got no style.

- I like them.

- Um, I'm actually done.

- Damn, how'd you get

them stitches so tight?

- You shoulda been

a doctor Abby.

- Funny, my husband always

said I should have been one.

- Well, just keep your

cool. Be outta here soon.

- Abby, go cook some sh*t.

Nonzo, go with her.

Go on.

Keep sniffing those

panties, but remember,

we got a plan.

- Just trying to

keep her cool, doc.

Besides, it's Nonzo you

should be worried about.

He's the one that's been

eye f*cking her all night

and now you just sent

him off to dinner.

- That's right.

'Cause we want him gone.

See, the reason

why we got locked,

it wasn't because we're f*ck.

It was because of

Nonzo's dumb a*s.

- Everything was

textbook. (sighs)

We had the drop on the guards.

Nonzo's f*cking job was to

get the keys to the truck,

- Except the guard

driving had double Ds.

So Nonzo was too

busy grabbing t*tties

to get the b*tch away

from the f*cking radio.

- That's when sh*t

went sideways.

- We got burned. So we

hijacked an armored truck.

We would've been out of there

the way my brother Mike drives.

- We had a clear

exit to the highway,

the some dumb a*s

civilian got in our way.

- Those f*ck.

- The crash k*lled

my brother Mike

and got us locked up.

Would've been life

without parole,

but the Lord has

big plans for us.

- Yeah.

Bunch of dumbfuck cops

screwed up the evidence.

Cut a deal with the

DA just to save face.

Damn,

Sorry about your brother, Doc.

- I appreciate that.

- Who are the dead civilians?

- Who cares?

- f*ck 'em.

- We just wanted to fill you in

'cause the shares on

the next job are about

to get a little bit bigger.

- Let's just say Nonzo's

looking at an early

forced retirement.

- I'm good with that, but

not 'till after the job.

We need him.

- Oh, been a minute since

I had me some home cooking.

- It's chili from a can.

- (chuckles) Where I come

from, that's good eating.

I'll get that for you.

What, afraid I'm gonna bite you?

- Afraid you're gonna

breathe on me again.

- Saucy a*s b*tch.

I like that

- The f*ck you doing, Nonzo?

- Nothing man. Just

helping her cook.

- Dinner's ready.

- All good, Doc?

- Just thinking I'm

about my brother Mike.

He loved himself

some good chili.

- Yeah. I wish he was here.

I'd do anything

to see Mike again.

You know, I uh,

I always remember

what you told me when

I first joined up.

All people are animals,

but most of them are prey

and just don't know it yet.

Us predators gotta show

'em their rightful place.

I get that right?

- Pretty close.

- Doc.

Oh, the table's ready.

- Bring the pot

before it gets cold.

- Can I offer you some wine?

- Somebody say wine?

- Hell yeah.

- Um, Nice, can you go

get us a bottle please?

- What made you Susie

Homemaker all of a sudden, huh?

- You asked me to be

more friendly, so.

- Okay.

- There we go.

- Pour yourself some.

You've earned it.

- Thank you.

- What should we toast to?

- Um, possibly your health?

- Nah, that sh*t's weak.

How about the

Lonely Wife's Club?

How long has it been since

your husband left your a*s?

- Five years.

- Are your kids upset at you

'cause you drove

their daddy away?

- Go easy doc.

- f*ck easy, I like it hard.

Which one of your girls

gives you a harder time, huh?

The f*ck happened to your drink?

- We ran out of wine.

- Don't drink.

- You don't drink.

Probably takes you like

three bottles for you

to feel anything.

(Smooth groans)

- Abby, you got a napkin?

(tense music)

I don't know if it's the

f*cking chili or the b*llet,

but f*ck, that hurts.

- The f*ck is up with you two?

- What do you mean, doc?

- You her white knight

all of a sudden?

- No, I just haven't

been an as*h*le.

- Hey, new guy better

watch his f*cking mouth.

- Smooth. You okay?

- I think I lost too much blood.

- The f*ck?

- Are you f*cking--

(Abigail humming)

(humming continues)

(humming continues)

(humming continues)

(humming continues)

- What?

- So glad you're home.

- Glad to be home.

Come here.

What happened to

my favorite shoes?

- I didn't wanna ruin them.

John, you're gonna be late.

- Yeah. Hurry up.

My friends keep texting me

that they're gonna

leave without me.

- We're coming.

- Hold your horses, mom.

- Yeah, hold your horses, mom.

- I have some work to get done,

so your father's gonna

have to take you.

- But you always

take me to my games.

- Oh, I know sweetie.

It's just, I have a

runway show coming up

and I'm behind on a few pieces.

It just couldn't be helped.

- Lame excuse, mom.

- Becca, be nice.

- Have a great game, princess.

- Not princess today

mom, champ today.

- Okay.

(both laughing)

- Dad can I drive?

- Haha.

- What?

- Very funny. No.

- What if dad falls

asleep at the wheel?

- Well then just read

him one of your plays.

(John snoring)

- Yeah right.

That would definitely

put him to sleep.

How about you sing him

some songs or whatever?

Just, (laughing).

All right, you guys gotta go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

- This is so unfair.

- Too early for

teenage disobedience.

- Take care.

- Becca go to the car.

- Bye guys.

- Let your mom

get her creative juices flowing.

- Bye, mom.

(kissing)

- Spaghetti tonight?

- What?

No, fettuccine Alfredo. Don't

you dare call it spaghetti.

- Spasgetti.

- Hey mom?

- Yeah?

- You do realize fettuccine

Alfredo is spaghetti, right?

- Bye guys.

Hey. Yeah.

They just left.

- f*ck off, whatever

your name is.

- It's John.

- What happened to your face?

- I shaved.

You don't remember me?

Guess I shouldn't be surprised.

I wasn't at the trial.

I was too busy recovering from

the coma you all put me in.

You know, Doc, I thought

you almost had it.

When you saw Abigail

and me together?

- It was you.

You that as*h*le who pulled

out right in front of us.

- What about the

big retirement job?

- The f*ck. Wake the

f*ck up. There's no job.

What do you want?

- I want you to experience

what I felt every day

for the last five years.

You got off with a

slap on the wrist

because of a crooked cop

and an incompetent DA.

And then you were

given a second chance

and you pissed it away

for some pipe dream score

from a total stranger

you met in prison.

- Bet it was her idea to

send you off to prison

so she can get some

d*ck while you--

(John grunting)

- Life is about second chances.

You've had yours. I've had mine.

Now, where's my little

girl's second chance, huh?

- If we could give

that to them, we would.

- You might be able

to do just that.

- Okay. How can we make

it right for you then?

- When the time comes,

accept your punishment.

(Doc breathing heavily)

Oh Doc, if you ever

talk about a woman

I love that way again,

I'll rip your face off.

- I told you we shouldn't

have ever trust that psycho.

I knew the job was too

f*cking good to be true.

- You got us in this mess, Doc.

Now we're all gonna

f*cking die down here.

- Shhhh.

Relax. Relax.

They're just trying to scare us.

- Yeah. Well, it's

f*cking working.

- If they wanted us dead,

we would be already,

let's just chill the f*ck out

and figure out way to get

the hell out of this place.

- Yeah, how we gonna do that

when we're all tied up?!

- I'm f*cking thinking!

Okay? I'm f*cking

thinking, okay?

I'm thinking.

- Hey Doc, I ever tell you

about my stint in juvie?

- Not a great time for a stroll

down memory lane, Smooth.

Let's focus on trying

to get the f*ck out.

- Trust me, it's relevant.

I was already locked

up for boosting cars.

Cell next to me was

empty,' till one day

this kid, Brandon or

something, got locked up for

stealing sh*t from

homes to pawn it.

He said this time he

robbed the wrong place.

I tried to get him to calm down,

mainly so I could get

some f*cking sleep.

But he kept ranting,

"I robbed a Houngans!"

- The f*ck is a Houngans?

- Voodoo priest.

- How is that f*cking relevant?

- You don't see that

giant f*cking altar?

- Okay, well, what

happened to the kid?

- I was asleep when

I heard the screams.

(man screaming)

The guards didn't bother to

check on him until the next day.

They said his legs and

arms were bent sideways

like a human pretzel.

I wouldn't have believed it

if I didn't see it myself.

- And how is this story supposed

to help us get outta here?

- Let us know what we

may be dealing with.

You ask me, I

think we're f*cked.

- Great, Smooth,

real f*cking helpful.

- Knock off the f*cking

ghost story. Okay?

Let's just focus on trying

to get the f*ck out.

(laughing) I see you there,

Little Red Riding Hood.

Were you flickering with the

lights, trying to scare us?

Huh? Enjoying the show?

- Immensely.

- You know, I was just

telling your husband how badly

I wanna ram a knife

into your f*cking skull.

- You're so feisty.

Doc, we haven't started yet.

- (laughing) Oh, I'm scurr.

Jesus Christ, Abby, you're

going over the f*cking deep end.

John, please tell me

this f*cking b*tch

escaped the asylum,

'cause there's no way

this Looney Tunes h*

should be out in f*cking public.

- Which one of you

stole my necklace?

- Necklace?

- Mm-hmm.

- Nobody touched your

tacky a*s jewelry.

- A confession will help your

punishment be less severe.

(Abigail sighs)

- Abigail?

- Not now, John.

- Said to wait

'till he gets here.

- Yeah Abby, don't listen

to the voices in your head.

Listen to your husband

who drove his f*cking

car into traffic

and k*lled your girls.

(Doc screaming)

Christ help me, please

please, I don't wanna die.

Please, I don't want to die.

- Last time.

Which one of you

stole my necklace?

- Nobody f*cking took your

necklace, you dumb b*tch!

I didn't f*cking take it.

- Who took it?

- Okay. Okay, I took it.

Okay? It was me, I'm sorry.

- No, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait.

Come on. Come on.

- It's in my

pocket, right there.

- See, was that so hard?

You know, honesty

is the best policy.

Didn't your mom teach you that?

(signs) Nonzo,

Nonzo, Nonzo, Nonzo!

You weren't so

forthcoming, were you?

(sighs) Look at this guy.

Isn't he cute? He

looks just like you.

How about we play with

him for a little bit?

- No.

- You see these little

hands, perfect little hands?

Yeah?

- No, no, no.

(Nonzo screaming)

- The ritual will

be starting soon.

(Nonzo groaning)

(girl giggling)

- Dad, get down!

- Is everything okay?

- Sorry. You caught

me in a daydream.

- About them.

- I miss 'em so much

I can barely bring myself

to look at their rooms.

- Ah, I think I can get free.

- What?

Man, if you don't do this,

we'll be f*cking dead. Hurry up!

- Okay. Almost there.

- You got a f*cked

up hand anyway.

Just f*cking snap

that sh*t open.

(Nonzo grunting)

Good, man.

Hurry up, man. Do me, man.

- Ah sh*t.

They f*cked you

up real bad, dude.

(Nonzo shouting)

- f*ck!

- Hurry up, man!

- Ah, f*ck off!

- Come on, dude. Untie

me, bro, come on.

(Nonzo screaming)

- Shut up!

(Nonzo panting)

- They're gonna

f*cking hear you.

- Okay.

- Shh.

- They're gonna

f*cking shh be quiet.

(Smooth coughing)

- Let's get the f*ck out.

- sh*t, how are you

even still alive, man?

Damn.

- Hey, you okay?

You're okay.

- Please help me.

- No, I love you, but you're

dead weight. Let's go.

I'll get the voodoo sh*t

and get the f*ck outta here.

- Bet.

- There are only two.

It should be three.

- I don't f*cking know.

(John shouting)

Get off me!

(John grunting)

Get off me!

- No! (grunts)

- Doc! (grunts)

- John, hang on!

(Screaming)

(screaming continues)

- f*cking b*tch!

f*ck!

f*cking b*tch.

- Houngans.

Good to see you.

- Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy.

The pleasure is all mine.

- It's so nice to see you

after all this time, Houngans.

- I trust you are

happy to be reunited?

- Yes. And eager to

start the ritual.

- We're extremely grateful.

Everything you said would happen

has happened exactly

as you said it would.

(man speaking foreign language)

- You are home now and no

longer in need of my protection.

Follow me.

(man speaking foreign language)

Very good.

(Nonzo coughing)

- Bunch of f*cking animals,

let him die in peace.

- No justice, no peace.

(Houngan speaking

foreign language)

(Nonzo screaming)

- What the f*ck

did you do to him?

Huh?

- Sometimes death

is a new beginning.

- Your turn will be coming soon.

- You can make this less painful

by admitting your

guilt, say you're sorry

for what you did

to our daughters.

- Sorry.

- Okay.

- Yeah. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so f*cking sorry. Please.

- That's a start. Doc?

- f*ck your kids.

sh*t happens.

You can continue bitching

about it or you can move on.

Tired of your f*cked up games.

- This isn't about us, Doc.

This is about those two

innocent lives you took.

And our new friend

is gonna make sure

that's the only thing

going through your thick

skull as you leave this world.

- Ah, stop bitching

about it, man.

What f*cking parents you are.

k*ll your kids and now

you hire this crazy f*ck

to do some voodoo

witchcraft f*cking sh*t?

- You deserve worse than death.

(Abigail chuckling)

Oh my God, I can't believe

we're actually doing it.

That felt so good. So

when's our next ritual?

- Do you remember

the pact we made?

- Yeah, of course.

- No, you do not.

(Houngans speaking

foreign language)

This was not our pact.

- We didn't mean to

misplace your trust.

Tell him, Abby,

- I thought that they would

be useful for protection.

I didn't even think

that they would work.

- You made a pact

bound by blood.

You are a fool

for meddling in powers

you do not understand.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to break our pact.

Please forgive me.

- Your dedication and

sacrifice has ensured

our act will succeed.

Your daughters would be proud.

- I, I promise I'll do better.

Just tell me what you want

me to do and I'll do it.

I swear I won't

undermine you again.

- Whatever you do,

do not let him in.

- Marcus, the f*ck are

you doing in my house?

- Jesus, Abby, I've been

trying to call you for an hour.

Your door was

unlocked. I just...

- What?

- I just wanted to

see if you were okay.

- And that makes it okay for

you to just walk on in here?

- Abby, we found the fugitive's

car a mile down the road.

You haven't seen

anything, have you?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Hey guys, there's

a cop in the house.

You gotta be quiet.

- You don't have to

be rude about it.

- You're trespassing just

to make a pass at me.

- I wasn't...

- Sure.

- I'm just doing my job.

- Why don't you go and

do it somewhere else?

- Okay.

Goodnight, Abby.

- All right. I did

what you asked.

- Very well.

Are you ready for

the final ritual?

Remember, all those responsible

for your daughter's deaths

will pay their debt.

- This I vow.

We're ready.

(Abby sighs)

- This I vow.

- I will return soon

with a manbo to complete

y'alls new appearance.

- A manbo?

- You must both prepare

yourselves for what is to come.

- What's the matter?

- You don't always

have to take his side.

You should try sticking

up for your wife.

(person speaking

foreign language)

- What do you want

now, ratchet h*?

- You son of a b*tch!

- Get that

m*therf*cker, k*ll him!

(Screams)

Stop it, stop it!

- Stop it!

- I know that you are angry.

I know that you are tired,

but this is not the way.

We are dealing with

forces bigger than us.

We made a promise to Houngans.

- We always make promises

we don't intend to keep.

- What are you talking about?

- Look at our daughters.

Look how well that turned out!

- No, no, no, no. That is

not my fault. Look at me.

Look, when this is all

done, we sell the house.

We get out of here.

We travel the world.

We find each other

again. The new us.

Huh?

What do you say?

- You're always the perfect one.

You're always the Boy Scout.

- No, no. That's not fair.

Nobody's perfect.

Abigail, I need you to say it.

Say it.

- Not revenge.

- Justice. Not revenge.

(both breathing deeply)

- That was sweet.

- Your time's coming up.

You're next, m*therf*cker.

You're next.

John?

(panting) John!

Why the hell did you lock that?

- Relax, mom.

- Yeah, it was

just a little joke.

- Are you and dad

having a fight?

- No. No. It was nothing.

(girls laughing)

- Girls?

Rebecca?

Amelia?

Where are you?

You gotta tell me where you are?

- Why didn't you

drive us that day?

You always drove us.

- Did you not love us enough?

Is that why you made daddy

drive us, so we could be hurt?

- You wanted a new

family, didn't you?

- No, no, no! (panting)

- Geez, you scared me.

- What are you doing, Marcus?

- Abby, this is

Detective Lisa Gomes

and I believe you know

Detective Tom Carson.

They have a couple questions

they'd like to ask you.

- Nice to meet

you, Mrs. Bellamy.

Marcus has told us

a lot about you.

- Good to see you again, Abby.

- Go f*ck yourself.

- Excuse you?

- Abby. Can we just all relax?

- This is officially harassment.

I've done nothing wrong.

- We know John was involved

in the prison break tonight.

- What?

You mean the one on the news?

- Yes.

- No. No.

That's impossible.

- Why did your husband fake his

identity to get into prison?

- That's gotta be a first,

pretending to be somebody else

to get yourself locked up.

It's usually the

other way around.

Why is that, Abby?

- I don't know what the

hell you're talking about.

Am I supposed to

know who that is?

- That's John, Abby.

- No, Marcus.

I know my husband

and that is not John.

- Where's your

husband, Mrs. Bellamy?

- Not that it's any

of your business,

but my husband

left me years ago.

Come on, tell them.

- That is true.

He hasn't been seen around

here in a long time.

But that's all I can speak to.

- You do know those are the

men he escaped with, right?

The same men who

k*lled your daughters?

- Now, Officer Gibbs noted

that he thought it was kind

of odd that you weren't too

concerned about their escape?

- I've been trying not

to live in the past

so I can move on with my life.

So thank you.

Thank you for coming here,

dredging up my most

painful memories,

especially when

it was your fault

that my daughter's K*llers

got a lighter sentence,

missing evidence.

Perjuring yourself in the stand.

Great job police

work, detective.

Now tell me why you

still got that--

- Enough, Mrs. Bellamy,

this is about your husband

and why his fingerprints showed

up in the prison database

under a different name.

John, if you can hear me,

it's time to turn yourself in.

- Do you have a warrant?

- Any minute now.

Why don't you save

us the trouble

and let us have a look around?

- Absolutely not.

Get the f*ck out.

- Let's go.

- Get out.

- We'll be watching.

- Out!

What?

If you have something

to say, Marcus,

then just f*cking say it!

- You know, most of what

she said over there was

pretty true about me.

I felt bad about the

meltdown I had in

court for a day or two.

They stuck me on desk duty.

It wasn't all that bad.

DA had to settle.

sh*t happens. Right?

- You're a shitty cop.

You know that, right?

- Abby, if you're

just honest with him,

things will go a

lot better for you.

I know you've been through hell

and trust me, the DA will

take that into consideration.

- I've been through hell?

Five years later and I'm

still going through it.

- So tell us where John

and the others are.

You have more support

than you realize.

You just have to open up.

- You gave up on this job a

long time ago, didn't you?

Well, I got your back

so long as you got mine.

- I thought that

I could do this.

I really did.

I, I thought that

I could do this.

But when John woke

up from his coma,

I thought that it

was the only way

that we can heal our family

again, or whatever's left of it.

I...

- You can still have that.

- To get revenge, Marcus.

Marcus, I'm so lonely.

- I know. I know.

- They have arrived

- First, the cleansing.

(Lucinda humming)

Next, the mark of the faithful.

(Lucinda humming)

Now you. (humming)

- The spirits are

here. (humming)

(Lucinda singing in

foreign language)

(singing in foreign

language continues)

- Come out and feast.

- Darkness has been your home.

It will become your home once

you step out into the light.

Salvation is the light.

Come out.

(Abigail crying)

- Daddy?

- Yes, baby girl. Daddy's here.

I thought I'd never

see you again.

- Mommy?

- Amelia.

- Daddy?

- Come here!

Oh, girls...

- Thank you for

helping us, Daddy.

- Of course. I

missed you so much.

- What about mommy?

- She missed you

too. Give her a hug.

- What's wrong, mommy?

Are you not happy to see me?

(Abigail crying)

- Thank you for

helping us mommy.

- A sinful flesh is

the sign of a rebirth.

The time is now to cross

over to the spirit world.

The time is now.

A rebirth.

- When did the tiger's

young ones teach the dam?

No grace, no womanhood.

Ah, beastly creature.

- Please, don't.

Not like this.

- Say it.

- I'm sorry.

- Louder!

- I'm sorry! (screams)

(Doc and Nonzo scream)

(Doc continues screaming)

(Abigail crying)

- The window is closing.

Justice has brought you peace.

Go now.

- I love you both very much.

- We love you too, Daddy.

- What am I doing?

Rebecca?

Rebecca, Amelia!

Rebecca?

Please, I haven't,

I haven't said goodbye

to them yet. Please!

- The children have

already crossed over.

- No. No...

- John, no.

No, please, no, no...

(Abigail wailing)

No!

No! (crying)

- Everything will be okay now.

You've been through a lot and

you just need to rest. Okay?

You'll see.

- I just didn't, I

didn't expect them...

- I knew it!

- Marcus?

- f*cking lied to me.

You lied to me the

whole goddam time.

- No, no.

- Shut up. Is that blood?

- Marcus it's not

what you think.

- Turn around. Put your hands

on top of your head right now.

- Where's your warrant, Marcus?

- Warrant?

I heard people

screaming in here.

I don't need a f*cking warrant.

I come in here and

I see two crazies

and what are these,

f*cking cult outfits?

- Marcus, please.

We're just--

- Abby

- No, no, no. Just leave.

Marcus, I promise,

I won't tell them--

- I put my a*s on

the line for you.

- I won't tell them.

- I told...

- No, don't.

- Where are the others?

- Okay, Marcus, think

about what you're doing.

- I am thinking about it.

I'm thinking that I have

my g*n pointed at your

fugitive husband right now.

I can say any story I want.

Who do you think

they're gonna believe?

Huh?

- What do you want?

- I want you to take

me to them right now.

Right now!

- Alright.

- Please don't go upstairs.

- Abby.

- You can't.

- You need to call a lawyer.

You are gonna need it.

- No, you can't...

- I'll be back for you.

Move your a*s.

- We go way back, Marcus.

You sure you want to do this?

- If I sh**t you,

I'll get a medal.

Yeah, I think I'm

good with that.

- Right.

- What the f*ck is this?

- Justice.

- Shut the f*ck up! Turn around.

- You're in way over

your head, Marcus.

- You're in way over

your head, John.

Who the f*ck are you?

Answer me, goddammit,

who the f*ck are you?!

- No justice.

No peace.

(Marcus screaming)

(Abigail panting)

- Why Marcus?

- Mrs. Bellamy, we need to

begin John's transformation.

You must leave.

- No, but why Marcus?

- Mrs. Bellamy, leave.

- Okay, but wait,

wait, wait, wait. What?

What if, what about my identity?

What if the other cops,

they're gonna know?

- Sound judgment.

Your transformation

will begin soon.

You must go.

(Lucinda speaking

foreign language)

(Lucinda humming)

- The doorway to hell

is like a eyes of a cat.

But the transformation rituals

requires something else.

(Lucinda speaking

foreign language)

Once complete, you will

become unrecognizable.

(Lucinda speaking

foreign language)

(Lucinda laughing)

(John screaming)

(Lucinda cackling)

- You should be worried, Abby.

New life? That's funny.

Does it even bother you

that you got me k*lled?

- No. You, you got

yourself k*lled.

I didn't do anything.

- (scoffs) Don't worry.

It's just us here.

Keep on lying to

yourself instead of

confronting the truth.

- No, the truth is that

I'm the real victim here.

Not like my daughters

and not like me.

- So k*lling three, wait,

four men in cold blood

makes you the victim?

- Houngans said that none

of you were innocent.

Not like my daughters

and not like me!

- What about John?

- John?

John is innocent.

- Do you trust him?

- Of course I trust him.

- They know.

- No, no. Stop it.

I'm, I'm innocent!

- What are you afraid of?

The guilt buried

deep inside you?

No. Stop it!

Okay. (panting)

- That bad voodoo magic

you were so eager

to get your hands on

to cover up your own

guilt and revenge.

You never stopped

it from the truth!

- No. No!

No!

No, no... (crying)

Are you okay?

Oh, John.

Oh, sweetie.

She can keep you resting.

- So much pain.

So much hurt.

All because of you.

- What?

- I know what you did

the day of the car crash.

I know why you made me drive.

I know because Rebecca told me.

She saw it all from

beyond her grave,

things a little girl

should never see.

- We got a call about a

disturbance in the area?

- Hello, officer.

- Hello to you.

- No, I didn't.

I didn't.

I didn't do it.

- You did this.

- I did--

- All this time,

all those years

spent behind bars,

rotting with those animals,

blaming myself for

everything that happened.

All because of you!

(Abigail crying)

- John, I didn't mean

for anybody to get hurt.

- Oh, if you had just driven

the girls like you were

supposed to that day, they

would still be here, Abigail.

Rebecca and Amelia

would still be with us.

This is your fault.

You made me feel guilty,

saying why did I

drive down that road?

Why didn't I turn?

"Why didn't you swerve

a little faster, John?"

(Abigail crying)

- I admit I was unfaithful.

John, I'm sorry--

- Not good enough.

- John, look, I love them.

I would never hurt

them. You know that.

- But you did!

(Abigail crying)

- You helped k*ll them and

now you must pay your debt.

- No, no, no... (crying)

- Do you remember our vow?

All those responsible

for our daughter's death

will pay their debt.

- But, but I didn't do anything.

Those men were the

ones that did it.

They deserve it. Not me.

No...

John, what are you doing?

- Justice.

No...

John, you wouldn't do

that because you love me.

- I did. I loved you so

g*dd*mn much, Abigail.

But you ruined our family.

And now you will be punished.

- No, John, I love you.

I love you.

- You know what, Abigail?

I don't know if you

ever really did love me.

- No, dear.

You are not going anywhere.

- Lucinda?

- Yes.

I'm really happy about the

progress that you made, Abigail.

But unfortunately it's

not enough for the debt

that you must pay.

- But I thought

you were my friend.

- Oh Abigail, did the

guilt cloud your judgment

so bad that you forget

this was all your idea?

- Yeah.

John, please don't. (crying)

- It's all right,

John. Take your time.

- Please I'd do anything to

trade places with our girls.

You didn't deserve this.

Amelia, Rebecca did not

deserve this! (crying)

- You control her.

Your fate it is in your hands.

(Abigail screaming)

(Abigail sobbing)

- Goddammit, all I ever

wanted was to be a good father

and a husband to you!

But I was never good enough.

(Abigail sobbing)

- No, don't... (crying)

John, no, no, please

don't, please don't, no!

(Abigail crying)

- Abigail, (speaking

foreign language).

You must be held accountable.

(Abigail crying)

(Abigail screaming)

(Abigail humming)

(humming continues)

- Here's your f*cking warrant.

- Wow. That was fast.

- Of course, is

Marcus here with you?

- Officer Gibbs is

presumed missing.

He never returned his

patrol car last night.

- Yes.

- What if he ran

into those prisoners?

Funny you should mention that,

because his last known

contact was a voicemail.

He left early this

morning saying he knew

exactly where the

prisoners were.

(Abigail laughing)

What's so funny, Mrs. Bellamy?

- Oh, you had me going

there for a minute.

Of course. Please, have a look.

Listen, I have nothing to hide.

- f*cking b*tch.

- What was that, detective?

- Bridge!

(man sighing)

f*ck!

- Careful. Almost made

me mess up my stitching

- There's nothing here.

Wasting my g*dd*mn time Tom.

Abigail, no more games.

Where's your husband?

- I told you he left years ago.

- What happened to

Marcus last night?

This house was the last

place his cell phone

pinged before it died.

- (sighs) Maybe he's

pulling your leg.

You weren't so nice to him.

Ow!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- You have been

with her too long!

You're starting act like him!

- Keep it together.

She knew we wouldn't find sh*t.

You heard that voicemail?

No wait, that was fake.

- You're right. But

if you can't prove it,

we have nothing.

We're done here.

You wanna do another sweep?

- They must have

missed something.

- I'll radio it in.

- No.

If we're wrong, that'll

make us look even worse.

- Copy.

- Your partner seems to

have a real anger problem.

- Maybe she doesn't like liars.

- Oh, funny, she seems to

tolerate you just fine.

- What?

- Don't move.

Don't move.

Take that!

- What the f*ck are you doing?

- (chuckles) You got

a spider on your head.

You should just thank me.

- Thank you.

You do that again,

I will sh**t you.

(Abigail sighs)

- I wish you had that

same anger towards

putting my daughter's

K*llers behind bars.

- I did my job to the

best of my ability.

If you've got a problem with it,

then you can contact

my supervisor.

- Detective, if that was your

best, then that explains why

there's so many cases

that go unsolved.

- I'm done talking to you.

- Why?

So you can go and

mess up other evidence

on a different case,

just like you did with

my daughter's case?

- Maybe I'm thinking of

new ways to have you busted

for k*lling Officer Gibs

and those convicts that you

and your husband helped escape.

- Oh, detective.

See, you need to be careful

because it's possible

that I may be recording

this conversation.

And what would that do?

That will hurt your

next promotion, huh?

- Well, I guess I'll just have

to take my chances, won't I?

- Huh.

- What the f*ck?

k*ll me, k*ll me! (sobbing)

f*ck this!

- What's going on, detective?

- (laughing) Maybe she got tired

of having a shitty partner.

- What's wrong with your voice?

- I've made some changes

since your last visit.

- Who the hell are you?

Get your hands

over your head now.

- I have to apologize.

Abigail would've done

a much better job.

- You drop it or I drop you.

- Okay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Aww, okay.

I'm not gonna k*ll you.

- What? (panting)

- You see, k*lling

is just not my job.

It's his.

- All those responsible--

(woman screaming)

(voices overlapping)

(birds chirping)

- Lucinda.

- Yes?

- I'd like you to

meet a friend of mine.

She really needs your help.

- Oh, I saw you on the news.

Your daughter was kidnapped.

- m*rder*d now.

(Lucinda gasps)

We found her body last week.

- Oh my God. I'm so sorry.

- I just want justice for her.

- So you want all of

those responsible to pay?

- Yes.

- Good.

(Abigail screaming)